“I’ve been thinking some of suicide, but there’s bars out here for miles.” ~ Ryan Adams

The events of the past few months have made me feel old.  Maybe it was the stress or the emotional ups and downs, or maybe I just have been focusing on all the wrong things.

But today, I finally got my closure on a bad situation and wrote the last word on that chapter, and I realized that I’m not old.

I’m 27.

I have 5 more cities to go.  My life has many more chapters.

Tonight I am going to eat unhealthy, tasty food and drink beautiful, copious amounts of alcohol with good friends and I am going to say farewell to Chicago in “epic” style.

It’s not about how long I live, it’s about how well I live.

Let’s party Chicago. {Pictures to follow}